February 2008 Archives

17'' of pure joy.

Yeah, I know... some know me for being a Microsoft fanboy. Well, I still am.

I know I have more to learn.

Ok, so by default the system and UNIX files are hidden in Mac OS X so that the average user (*ahem* N *ahem*) won't accidentally break something from the OS.

Well, for the rest of us who actually want to break something there, here's how to show the hidden UNIX files in OSX:

Open a terminal window, and type:

defaults write com.apple.finder AppleShowAllFiles TRUE

killall Finder

The first command sets the system defaults to show ALL files... (like windows' view -> uncheck hidden files). After you change the default, you kill the finder so it restarts automatically, and displays the changes.

In case you will hand the computer back to an uninitiated, type the same, replacing TRUE for FALSE (I think).

So, in the middle of just not doing a thing at all, and actually doing something I got bored. I read a bit, I did a bit, watched telly a bit (more than a bit), and catched up on life and stuff.

... so Dave Matthews Band rocks...

I re-discovered some DMB songs that rock: lyrics-wise and music-wise. Too bad I left before the Gorge concert. Damn.

I am hooked to the Listener Supported DVD. I got a dvd audio ripper, so I'll get those songs on my Zune soon (ha!).

...so we got new blinds...

Walking around naked in the house is awesome... until you live in a new apartment with no blinds. Our blinds are awesome... they have this 'nature' feeling.

Our apartment is just perfect for us: small - not cramped, cool, but warm during the winter, and I just want to make it beautiful because N and I live there - It's an awesome feeling to actually feel at home without roommates or strangers behaving like zombies; suddenly everything is serious, but with all the fun you can get. N rocks... and well... I do too. No more pseudo-emotional bullshit.

...so we're all in...

Bed, telly, my chair, everything... even the carpet where my drums used to be. One thing is missing, but after that's been taken care off, it'll be perfect.

...so saudade...

...the long days, and crazy-short nights from the summer. What if every summer could be as awesome as last? What if the future seems so bright, and happy, and shiny? Seems unreal still. Just as sleep comes to the heart when the body gives up, this sort of drunken love comes to my mind when I see the beautiful green eyes and I think of the pizza at our place.

In fact several people know the place as well, just that they don't know how important it is to me. I'm sure I'll see that place at least once again... my mind just keeps planning..

FYI... my brownies were awesome. Chewy on the inside, and just a touch of crunchy on the outside.... And with Ghirardelli's chocolate... oh so very San Francisco when I was 10.

... so eventually you have to do something in life...

Just for the fun of it. In a masochistic kind of way, I am having quite some fun. I know HTML is not that fun, but the things I'm doing with all the bureaucracy I have to move is guaranteed to make me a better project manager.

My current "project" is just perfect for my master-plan... either way will give me what I want on the long run... it's either the abilities, or the opportunity. I do have a reason to get up every morning.

...so I'm off again...

I don't know when I will be here again, but this blog is far from dead... my head is working and my body seems to follow for the first time...

Hope life catches you well,

J

P.S. I'm working on some subversive projects... you'll hear them soon... when they get out of the oven; I'm sure some of them will make you smile. Not "subversive" as in pseudo-fashion.... "subversive" as in "I want to change the world from the inside... using brains, some creativity, and work".

...at least I promise more than one episode...

Oh, and the title comes from the Cornelius CD.

Go to Start | All Programs | Accessories, then right-click on "Command Prompt", and select "Run as administrator". This will open a command prompt window with admin rights. Navigate to the directory where you saved the apache*.msi install file, and type "msiexec /i apache*.msi" (where apache*.msi is the actual name of the file - hint: type apache and then hit tab, it should fill in the file name automatically).

http://wyome.com/blog/Installing_Apache_on_Vista

I'm sort of stuck in this roadside cafeteria in the middle of nowhere.

Well, in the middle of a city that I despise most of the time, and I adore just when it snows. Maybe it's more of a psychological "nowhere", where few worthy people are left, or maybe it's just all the dust that collects everywhere that makes me feel ill.

People coming and going; strangers carrying around their tales, just like a troubadour did before our father's fathers. The wrecked remainders of better times; times when people still cared for each other, there were not that many idiot socialites who think that buying shit for children was actually a good social service.

The people around me look as if they were waiting for a miracle to happen; something to rock their socks off... to put them out of their misery (in a way). They all have this long face... and smoke their lungs out.

As a little  boy I wanted to have super human powers; I wanted to fly, to save the lady in distress, to help the helpless... now I just want to get out of here.

This guy, looks like a taxi cab driver. Yeah. Five o'clock shadow, average shitty attitude, and stares at the waitresses. I remember a guy who once gave me a ride... he was telling me how he took advantage of a drunken girl who fell asleep in his car. I told him to pull over and got down. I think it is sick to do that; I was not going to give the asshole another cent. Another time on a taxi cab, I was with David, and the driver started getting spooky; he was asking us if we had ever noticed that people who die in car crashes never had their shoes on. He tried to explain why the shoes come off during an accident. When he started to get to the gory details we reached our destination, paid and got down. We just looked at each other with a WTF look.

Why did I sit in the smokers' section? It stinks, my eyes hurt, and my throat is killing me.

...today's not self-destruction day...

Yeah, I want to die... one day, just not today.

Now, what if someone decided to commit suicide by spending countless hours on small roadside cafeterias as a passive smoker? Hearing the same useless rants over and over...

"Guess where I saw Pam?"

"He wasn't wearing a condom."

"My boss is doing his assistant"

Breaking news! This guy's boss is doing his assistant. No, no, really... stop caring about the ozone layer, and the non-renewable energy sources polluting our children's future home, so we can talk about some random idiot's boss that's doing his assistant.

Looking at the bright side, you could get to know a lot of different places if you chose to commit suicide as a passive smoker in small roadside coffees. Guess you could meet a lot of interesting people along the way. I guess you could do it Tori Amos-style... going around the US writing songs.

So this is it. Is this the world we all want to save?

There's this advert about a cancerous child whose father loves unconditionally. He's standing besides the sleeping child saying that regardless of his bad behaviour, his not getting home early, his marrying someone the father dislikes, or even shouting at his mother, he only wants him to get well. It's a pretty advert... the lights, the acting, everything. Now, after this scene, there is an image of the Danone logo, and a text that says that Danone wants him to be healthy as well, so with every Danone purchase, they will donate to a cancer center. Right. Corporations like Danone need him to be alive. This week, instead of buying two yogurts, I'll be getting one, and donating the rest to cancer research. I'd rather donate the money anonymously than have this hypocrite corporation donate the money as if they were oh so very generous. I hate the emotional blackmail of trying to sell a product claiming that they will be donating .0000001% of sales.

In a way this is all doomed.

Ah yes... and social networks. MySpace, Facebook, LinkedIn, Hi5, and all that.

I just learned a new one... if you're too picky to actually reject someone from their requests, you might as well click on "accept" and after you do it, delete him/her from your friends list. That way (s)he will see the "X has accepted your friend request" but will not be able to access anything. Perfect. Now you can stab someone on the back with a nice, big smile, and say "Yeah, well, I accepted your request... I don't know why it won't work".

And I insist: do we really want to save this world? I mean... all those penguins trying so hard to survive, and we drive our cars, complain when the internet connection is down, and bitch about the prices of gas.

If I were a penguin, I'd hate humans so much, that I'd do everything in my power to make life harder for them... that's if I don't get hunted down by some avid "sportsman" who hunts for fun.

How much time have we wasted online? And that's going to make me a better person...

I was so bored lately that besides getting a job, I took some old porn magazines I had and decided to experiment with them. I did the same things I do every weekend, but every time I parked somewhere, I dropped a magazine near the car. I wanted to see if the magazines would be there by the time I came back.

Guess what?

*drum rolls*

None of them were there when I came back.

Now what can be in the head of the person who picks a porn magazine on the street?

"Hey man, I found a cool magazine around... I don't know if someone has jerked off with it, but anyway I'll pick it up".

Yuck.

Very very disgusting.

Eww.

Maybe it's just me, but come on... you find porn in the street and you pick it up? Yeah... like I could know if the owner of this magazine was a hygienic person.

I left the camera at home, so there are no photos to document my findings.

Art... yeah... N's got a huge collection of cool books. I guess it comes with the whole Art-History-mayor thing. We're also getting cool books for both. I thought it was a big step, but well... it just felt cool. And how to forget the random coolness... I was listening to Duncan Sheik, and somehow I told N that he did the songs for the Broadway musical "Spring Awakening", which he played in the Seattle concert I went to. She said she actually saw the musical when we met in NYC after I had to fly back to Seattle. Awesome... like random rays of light that cross paths and meet.

Best of all: there's no need to brag how she's been to Broadway; she knows where she's been.

I'll elaborate on some books later on.

Less talky, more worky, right?

Hope life catches you well...